Over the past few weekends I haven't wanted to do a whole lot other than spend time pottering about the house, go on long walks with Molly (especially now that the fields aren't a quagmire) and squeeze in a few workouts. I don't know about you but I feel so much better when I've done something that makes me really sweat.
I didn't want this past weekend to end (do I ever) although today I'm feeling much better than I normally do on a Monday as I was up and out of the house at 6:00 am for a run with Molly. It was hard getting out of bed but it felt so good to be out at dawn getting in my fix of exercise.
On Friday night Jayden came to sleep over; he was staying with us as his Dad was going to Nottingham and his mum had to work all day Saturday. I've probably said it a dozen times but our little man is such a joy to look after, he is just so chilled and easy going. Case in point: on Saturday he slept for almost three hours, thus giving me time to to get some baking done, hang out a load of laundry, work out and make lunch... all before I gave in and woke him up.
Buttermilk biscuits with home-made jam... yum
(just one reason why I need to work out)
After Jayden woke up and had some lunch on Saturday, Andy and I took him down to the sea-front. It was a bit chilly with the wind but we still had fun.
Grandy should have had his sunglasses on, but I still love this snap:
On Sunday morning I got up to finish my St Paddy's Day baking; I had made and decorated nearly 100 shamrock cookies on Friday, however I wanted to get my Guinness cupcakes with Bailey's cream icing made as well. (It's hard going resisting these which is why I give them away).
I also wanted to get dinner prepped as Beryl was coming over. I was doing a pork-tenderloin marinated in a olive-oil/garlic and soy-sauce blend with a ton of fresh herbs...
I love having fresh herbs to hand; I love keeping these on my windowsill - it just looks and smells like spring :) My rosemary, chives and parsley are planted outside.
Nothing smells better than fresh chopped herbs don't you think?
However the big disappointment of the weekend occurred yesterday afternoon when I was checking to see how my roast potatoes were coming along and realised the element in my oven was gone again and it wasn't emitting any heat. Just what I needed; this is doubly annoying as it is the 2nd time this has happened when I was cooking for company. Our solution was to go pick Beryl up and treat her to a meal out which was nice,but I think I would have enjoyed my dinner more. Just saying.
Well, that's my weekly wrap up.
Oh, and Happy St Patrick's Day.
I know not everyone celebrates, but I love to celebrate it even though no one locally seems to make much fuss of it. I can't help it, it's such a strong part of my heritage. Yes I'm Canadian, however a large majority of Nova Scotian's celebrate St Paddy's Day. Besides, when I descend from this crowd it's understandable that the Irish Whisky runs through my blood.
My aunts (and a lot of the family) always seem to whoop it up on Ireland's National Holiday - any old excuse really ;) I really miss them at times like these!
So again, Happy St Paddy's Day
May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.